Chapter 247: The Queen Is The King’s Weakness
Edmund, standing beside her, looked as if the weight of the world had just landed on his shoulders.
His brows were furrowed so deeply, and Primrose didn’t even need to read his thoughts to know that he was drowning in guilt, and it was written all over his face.
He didn’t speak because he couldn’t. The guilt within him had drowned him that Edmund wasn’t able to swim to the surface.
Meanwhile, Primrose was trying her best to hide how much she was hurting. She clenched her jaw, her fingers gripping the blanket tightly as she forced herself to breathe through the pain, even the thought of someone brushing against her feet made her flinch.
Despite all the pain, Primrose still tried to pretend. "My father ... didn’t have any kind of hereditary illness," she said softly.
Silas responded, calmly but falsely, "What about your mother, Your Majesty?"
[I’ve already gathered information that her mother died shortly after she was born.] Silas thought to himself. [I tried to track down her maternal relatives, but I couldn’t find anything. It’s as if her father married a ghost.]
[Well, that works in my favor. If even she doesn’t know anything about her mother’s side, then she can’t prove me wrong.]
Primrose wanted to punch him for thinking something so heartless, but the truth was ... he wasn’t entirely wrong.
She really didn’t know much about her mother. Whenever she asked her father, he would tell her that her mother grew up in an orphanage and didn’t know her own family either.
Her paternal grandparents had even objected to the marriage, thinking her mother’s background wasn’t good enough for someone who would become the next Duke of Illvaris.
On top of that, her mother, Iriana, had been just a tavern waitress, so people truly thought their relationship was a joke.